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Page 35 - We remember the fish, which we did eat in Egypt freely ; the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlic : but now our soul is dried away : there is nothing at all, beside this manna, before our eyes.
Page 115 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Page 220 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by...
Page 181 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh, and the jeer? Ah ! here is a plentiful board, But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
Page 181 - Ah ! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, nor fear : Peace, peace is the watchword, the only one here. Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah, no ! for his empire is known ; And here there are trophies enow : Beneath, the cold dead, and around, the dark stone, Are the signs of a Sceptre that none may disown.
Page 54 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 183 - I've given warning ; You'll never have health, you'll never get wealth, Unless you're up soon in the morning.
Page 35 - Distrust the condiment that bites so soon; But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault To add a double quantity of salt...
Page 32 - The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, But who are we to make complaint, Or dare to plead, in times like these, The weakness of our love of ease ? Thy will be done...
Page 181 - In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty? Ah, no !— she forgets The charms which she wielded before — Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore.